Jeremy pulled his beanie over his brow. The winter chills had tinged his beard a frosty grey and it lengthened his chin. Rain fell onto the roof of the carriage. His cans and bottles mimicked the downpour, the vibrant explosions matching those of the droplets. He collapsed into the graffitied seat as the ever growing cityscape peeled layers from its exoskeleton of highrises. An old man lurked around the edges of his consciousness. He had no scent. Nothing to follow his tail.

'I tell you, Jeremy... ', a momentarily pause separated their destinies. 'The world has become such an ugly place'. His voice was course and it came out with the jaunty Greek accent that stung at Jeremy's intellectual recipricols. There was something in it that was full of wisdom - pearls that were hidden in an algae infested treasure chest at the bottom of the ocean. ' You know, I'm so happy that I found someone to share my room with, because before... life was tough'.

The old man's voice disturbed the pools of his imagination. He answered with a concotion of plain simplicity, 'yeah. Life.'

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The cock crows at dawn. There are only few hours before the dead return into the night.
Daylight: The fantasy world of dread.

Double speak your way into Dublin.